Chaos is never supposed to be long-lasting, unless someone purposely does so.

Altair was in ruins and all started from one person. A man, named Fergus- a tyrant, a thief, a hypocrite. He has a power, yet misused it. In his hands, the country was no longer the place it should be, but, instead a disastrous zone.

Blood spilled from all direction, as bodies collapsed on the ground.

The area piled with corpses of people who died barely a few hours ago. Very little part of the ground were not stained with blood.

An army unit, barely ten in number, stood among the piles of dead bodies and the pools of blood. All of them wore navy uniforms, and each was armed with at least a gun and was fully equipped. It was obvious that everyone of them are elite soldiers.

“This area is cleared” announced one, “Send someone to get rid of this mess later- we need to move on”

The others agreed. Putting away their weapons, they went towards another section.

It wasn’t long before one of them abruptly halted his advance. His companions glanced at him. “What are you doing, eto? We are done here”

The man called ‘eto’ didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled one of the assault rifles that hung on his back and aimed at one corner of the area.

“Hey, are you nuts?” complained his companion impatiently, “Hurry up!”

Before anyone else could add anymore complaints, two people collapsed, joining in the pile of corpses.

“Now we’re done” Eto said, turning to the others, with his gun raised. The two he had just killed have been hiding in the corner, hoping to be able to attack them while they’re unaware.

His companions quickly understood what has happened and saluted at him, before leaving the place.